I’ve got to show that to Gruntessa. Then, maybe she’ll stop giving me such a hard time about that one scooter ride in Mexico (with her on the back) when I lunged a little too close to the curb and scattered a bunch of screaming schoolgirls in uniform and a couple of nuns. That was kinda uncool, but I was still trying to get used to the throttle. At least I never ended up *on* the sidewalk. 😳

I was walking through the Indianapolis airport yesterday, and I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw a big art display that prominently featured 2 of these Cuban bills:
Seeing the face of that asshole almost gave me a heart attack. The artwork was by some Brazilian chick. What in hell is there about American airports that restricts them from displaying anything but the most subversive, unAmerican, offensive art possible? Criminy, I thought Denver was bad. WTF?